I feel more alone when surrounded by people
The movements of a crowd
The chatter of the voices
The thousands of sounds
Bursting through my ears
When it is only me
I have someone
The words
They are always there
Never failing
They listen
They help
Without them, I'm better off dead.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
I feel more alone when surrounded by people
The movements of a crowd
The chatter of the voices
The thousands of sounds
Bursting through my ears
When it is only me
I have someone
The words
They are always there
Never failing
They listen
They help
Without them, I'm better off dead.
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